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"A Chance Encounter"
Somewhere in the Outer Rim...
The path he had traveled looked different somehow. For Jace, the darkness wasn't exactly a deterrent; the wolf side of him - his mother's side - had given him extra keen eyes and ears. Neither was the terrain any real difficulty; the husky side of him - his father's side - had helped him develop remarkable endurance and a sense for the ground beneath his paws. Though he registered the slowly increasing pain he felt each time he drew a breath, it was only a minor hindrance, like the hefty weight of the .50 caliber anti-material rifle he carried. And though the dark brown cloak he wore helped him blend into the darkness of the forest around him, the droids chasing him had heat sensors that weren't so easily fooled as the limited eyes of their masters. Behind him, he could hear the thunderous pounding of dozens of droid feet; he was at least keeping them at a distance.
90...95...100.
In one fluid motion, he planted his right foot, spun around, dropped on his right knee and rested his left elbow on his left knee. Digging the stock of the rifle into his shoulder, he squinted through the scope, settled the crosshairs on the chest of the first B2 super battle droid in the group and pulled the trigger. The lead droid was flung back into the two just behind it as the round punched a fist-sized hole through its torso, ripping off the arm of the droid behind it at the same time. Without pausing to count how many droids were left, he turned and took off running. He was scoring hits, but with only a handful of explosive rounds left, he had to make every shot count.
14 rounds left...
Another 100 yards, then turn, fire. Another droid fell, but kill or not, turn, another 100 yards, turn, fire.
12 rounds...
A burst of laser bolts sliced through the air around him, snapping tree limbs and leaving scorching holes in the trunks of the evergreens.
How far is it back to the ship? A mile? No, it can't be more than half a mile by now. I should be passing-
Suddenly, he felt a searing pain rip through his left leg, and he tripped, falling into the cold dark mud. Lifting himself out of the muck, Jace groaned through gritted teeth and looked back; a scorching blaster mark on his brown leggings confirmed his fear as another flurry of blaster bolts flew by. Using his rifle a crutch, he struggled to his feet and started running, but as soon as he put pressure on his wounded leg, it gave out, and he collapsed on top of his rifle. Instantly, the breath was crushed from his lungs, and he reared back, gasping desperately. Tumbling over onto his back, he sucked in a lung-full of air and threw himself back toward the log, coughing and dragging his crippled leg behind him.
One glance over the fallen tree, and Jace swung his rifle up, settling the bipod on the trunk as he sighted through scope. Settling the crosshairs on the chest of the front battle droid, Jace pulled the trigger. The first round punched through the front two droids and threw a third back into the rest. The second round found purchase in the head of another super. As he dropped the empty clip out and slammed a fresh one in, he did a quick head-count and felt a chill run through his body. More of them had joined the chase. Though his sights were set, he felt his hand shaking as he took up the slack on the trigger. The third round was low, and took off the leg of one of the supers.
9 rounds left...
By now, the droids were within 200 yards. No time to pause. Jace pumped the trigger faster with each shot as the blaster fire around him intensified.
8 rounds left, 7 rounds, 6 rounds, 5 rounds...
The distance was down to less than 100 yards; there was no need for the lens now.
4 rounds, 3, 2, 1...
Click.
Shit.
The cluster of droids seemed to realize what had happened, and rushed forward. Jace reached down within the folds of his cloak and pulled out a small grey cylinder, hurling it at the oncoming droids. It stuck to the first droid, beeped twice and detonated, sending out a blue blast of energy.The droids stopped in their tracks and twitched as a few stray blue sparks jumped around their chassis before they crumpled to the ground. Jace chuckled for a moment, but it was a victory short-lived, for over the fried cluster of droids he could see another group rushing down the path just over the last hill. Muttering a curse, Jace struggled to his feet and, using his empty rifle as a crutch, started running as best he could. His crippled leg wouldn't take more than the slightest pressure, slowing him to a hobble. But through the thick foliage, he could see the small clearing where he'd landed his ship, and he put on an extra burst of speed. His ship sat right where he'd left it, its camouflaged net untouched.
Just as he entered the clearing, his vision flashed white from what he knew was a spot light. He stumbled to a stop as his free hand went into his cloak while he squinted at the beam of light.
"Don't move!" came a rough alien voice over a loudspeaker. "We have you surrounded. Drop your weapon!"
"Are you kidding me?" Jace muttered, shifting his weight onto his right foot as he let his rifle fall. He grimaced as it sunk into the thick brown mud, and then turned his eyes skyward, where a native gunship hovered with its guns trained on him. The clink and whir of oiled joints reached his ears, and he lowered his gaze to see that the 7 remaining super battle droids had finally caught up and surrounded him. Moving slowly, he finally felt the smooth metal cylinder clipped to his belt. At the same time, whoever was watching from the gunship must have finally spotted his hand stuck under his cloak.
"Remove your arm from your covering, slowly!"
Jace gripped his second and last EMP grenade tightly, twisted the timer to 10 seconds and hit the button before letting it slide down the inside of his cloak onto the ground. Raising both hands over his head, he braced himself for the blast, and the terrible shock that would follow.
He was not prepared, however, for the ion blast that brought the hovering gunship crashing down at the far end of the clearing. The droids around him looked up in surprise, and Jace wasted no time in exploiting the distraction. Drawing a blaster from under his cloak, he seized the blaster arm of one of the droids and swung around behind it before firing once into the droid's head. He then blasted the next four droids and tossed his droid shield into the last two before blasting them each twice. Glancing around the clearing, he spotted another ten droids moving out of the forest. He leveled his blaster just as they raised theirs, but suddenly he heard the low roar of another ship passing overhead, and as he looked up, something dropped out of the ship to land in the clearing.
Then there came a sound he wasn't yet accustomed to - an electric hiss, as near as he could tell, followed by a quiet hum; between him and the droids, the fallen object took the shape of a robed figure as a bronze beam of light burst from a cylinder he was carrying. The battle droids opened fire, and Jace dove to the ground, firing back at them. The robed figure simply stood his ground, nimbly deflecting the laser bolts either up into the sky or back at the droids. For a moment, Jace watched in disbelief, and then it dawned on him.
A Jedi! Here?!
Just then, a soft beeping brought him back to the present, and he looked over at the EMP grenade that lay a few feet away from him among the fallen droids. Jace cursed himself and lunged forward, but fell short. As he yanked back his arm to cover his face, though, he watched the grenade leap off the ground and into the outstretched hand of the Jedi, who quickly flung it at the last three droids just as it went off.
The silence that followed was a bit unnerving, but aside from the burning wreckage of the native gunship, the only other sound in the clearing was the faint hum of the Jedi's lightsaber. Jace fumbled around in the muck for his rifle and, setting it stock first in the ground, hauled himself to his feet. At the same time, the Jedi straightened up and turned to face him.
In the faint starlight, Jace realized that the Jedi was not male after all. She was a grey canine, a timber wolf, dressed in a loose tan tunic and brown leggings, with a long brown vest over top. As he squinted in the darkness to get a better look at her face, she twirled her lightsaber once, giving him a brief glimpse of her face, her dark brown hair and the reflection off of her pointed silver earrings.
"Are you going to holster that?" she queried, raising her lightsaber so that it crossed in front of her chest, but leaving her left hand free.
Jace pointed his blaster up at the sky, but did not holster it.
"I'd prefer not to," he replied, gesturing toward the fallen gunship, but keeping his eyes on the Jedi, "in case one of them comes stumbling out looking for a fight."
"I wouldn't worry about that," she replied calmly. "The ion blast'll keep their electronics offline for a while, and it'll be at least another few minutes before they recover from the shock."
Just then, the dull roar of an approaching ship made Jace turn his eyes skyward; a Republican gunship rumbled overhead, came to a hover and landed just behind the Jedi. Half a dozen clone troopers jumped out and rushed toward them. Jace tightened his grip on his pistol; he didn't know what the Republic's rules were concerning mercenaries, and he certainly didn't want to find himself on the wrong end of a blaster. The clones fanned out on either side of the Jedi and leveled their weapons at Jace, though his was pointed at the sky. He kept his eyes on the Jedi, though, as she seemed content to watch him with a small smirk on her face.
"Drop your weapon!" shouted a clone with the blue markings of a lieutenant.
"That's just not going to happen," Jace responded. "You first. I've done you no harm."
"Drop it!" another clone shouted.
"If I do, how do I know you won't shoot me where I stand?"
As if to answer him, the Jedi extended her left arm, and the clones lowered their guns again.
"Perhaps you'll holster it now?" she said with a hint of playfulness in her voice.
Jace eyed the clones for a moment, and then looked to the Jedi. As he opened his muzzle to speak, though, he felt his blaster ripped from his hand to go sailing into the Jedi's open palm. His stoic expression gave way to shock, and the Jedi's smirk grew into a wide grin.
"Now, was all this really necessary?" she chuckled, twirling his blaster in one hand as she flicked off her lightsaber with the other and clipped it to her belt.
"Pardon a simple dog for trying to defend himself," Jace grumbled.
"Defend yourself? Well, you've done a great job at that." The Jedi swung her arm in an arch around the clearing. "Tell me, how were you going to deal with that gunship after your grenade fried the droids surrounding you and gave you the shock of your life?"
Jace said nothing, which only caused the Jedi to laugh.
"Don't look so flustered, kid. Some of the best plans are made up on the fly."
She tossed him his blaster, and he promptly holstered it, but still said nothing. Shaking her head, the Jedi signaled the clones and turned to leave, when Jace called after her.
"Excuse me."
She looked over her shoulder at him as he hobbled a few steps toward her.
"Begging your pardon, Miss, but I didn't mean no offense. You definitely showed up at the right time, and I appreciate it. I've just had a pretty bad day."
The Jedi laughed again, turning to face him with her hands on her hips.
"Well, anyone with eyes can see that," she said. "I'm surprised you didn't take a shot at me."
Jace's slight smile faded, and he looked the Jedi straight in the eye.
"I don't hunt Jedi."
"Because you know they'd send your blaster blots right back at you?" she chuckled.
"Because they're a force for good," Jace replied. "Even with the Senate interfering."
The Jedi shook her head, but smiled.
"And besides, I don't usually use blasters," he added, patting his still-grimy rifle.
"A slugthrower, huh? It's been a while since I've seen any of those. C'mon, let's get some bacta for that leg of yours." She led him over to the gunship and pulled a few bacta patches out of a med kit in the cargo bay. "There, that ought to hold you until you can have a real doctor look at you."
Tucking the patches into his vest, Jace leaned against his rifle and stuck out his right hand.
"I owe you one, Miss...?"
"Jedi Master Wielder Cloudbreaker," she replied, shaking his hand as she took a seat at the edge of the gunship's cargo bay.
"Jace Taer, pilot, crack-shot and general scoundrel-for-hire. If you ever find yourself in a tight spot, you can count on me. And thank you, sincerely."
"A courteous mercenary? Now I have seen everything."
The two of them laughed as the clone pilot started the engines.
"It's been a pleasure meeting you, but what's the Republic doing in the Outer Rim? Won't you have to explain this?"
Jace gestured back to the fallen native gunship, and Wielder turned to the cockpit.
"Pilot?"
"An unfortunate weapons malfunction, sir," the clone responded.
Wielder turned back to Jace, who simply nodded understandingly and took a few steps back from the ship. Wielder spun her hand in a flat circle, and the engines roared to life. As the ship began to hover, though, Jace spotted a brown collar around her neck that he'd been too distracted to notice earlier. The ship lifted off, Wielder swung her legs in and the side doors closed. A few seconds later, it was nothing but another flickering light among the stars. As he watched them leave, Jace thought of Wielder's collar as he fingered the thin golden chain around his neck.
If you ask me, whoever it is that she thinks about in the quiet times is one lucky man.
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The first in an impromptu bunch of little stories about my Star Wars character, Jace Taer, a mercenary. More will likely be added.
Just a little something that sprung from a comment I left on one of Wielder's Star Wars pieces, seen HERE.
If you enjoyed this, or just like the idea of mixing the Star Wars universe with furries, then go check out her gallery. Do it. Do it now.
Also, many thanks to Wielder for letting me borrow your character! I hope I've done her personality justice.
Jedi Master Wielder Cloudbreaker and thumbnail © Wielder Original HERE GO COMPLIMENT HER! :)
Mercenary Jace Taer and this story are © me.
Everything else is © George Lucas.
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"A Chance Encounter"
Somewhere in the Outer Rim...
The path he had traveled looked different somehow. For Jace, the darkness wasn't exactly a deterrent; the wolf side of him - his mother's side - had given him extra keen eyes and ears. Neither was the terrain any real difficulty; the husky side of him - his father's side - had helped him develop remarkable endurance and a sense for the ground beneath his paws. Though he registered the slowly increasing pain he felt each time he drew a breath, it was only a minor hindrance, like the hefty weight of the .50 caliber anti-material rifle he carried. And though the dark brown cloak he wore helped him blend into the darkness of the forest around him, the droids chasing him had heat sensors that weren't so easily fooled as the limited eyes of their masters. Behind him, he could hear the thunderous pounding of dozens of droid feet; he was at least keeping them at a distance.
90...95...100.
In one fluid motion, he planted his right foot, spun around, dropped on his right knee and rested his left elbow on his left knee. Digging the stock of the rifle into his shoulder, he squinted through the scope, settled the crosshairs on the chest of the first B2 super battle droid in the group and pulled the trigger. The lead droid was flung back into the two just behind it as the round punched a fist-sized hole through its torso, ripping off the arm of the droid behind it at the same time. Without pausing to count how many droids were left, he turned and took off running. He was scoring hits, but with only a handful of explosive rounds left, he had to make every shot count.
14 rounds left...
Another 100 yards, then turn, fire. Another droid fell, but kill or not, turn, another 100 yards, turn, fire.
12 rounds...
A burst of laser bolts sliced through the air around him, snapping tree limbs and leaving scorching holes in the trunks of the evergreens.
How far is it back to the ship? A mile? No, it can't be more than half a mile by now. I should be passing-
Suddenly, he felt a searing pain rip through his left leg, and he tripped, falling into the cold dark mud. Lifting himself out of the muck, Jace groaned through gritted teeth and looked back; a scorching blaster mark on his brown leggings confirmed his fear as another flurry of blaster bolts flew by. Using his rifle a crutch, he struggled to his feet and started running, but as soon as he put pressure on his wounded leg, it gave out, and he collapsed on top of his rifle. Instantly, the breath was crushed from his lungs, and he reared back, gasping desperately. Tumbling over onto his back, he sucked in a lung-full of air and threw himself back toward the log, coughing and dragging his crippled leg behind him.
One glance over the fallen tree, and Jace swung his rifle up, settling the bipod on the trunk as he sighted through scope. Settling the crosshairs on the chest of the front battle droid, Jace pulled the trigger. The first round punched through the front two droids and threw a third back into the rest. The second round found purchase in the head of another super. As he dropped the empty clip out and slammed a fresh one in, he did a quick head-count and felt a chill run through his body. More of them had joined the chase. Though his sights were set, he felt his hand shaking as he took up the slack on the trigger. The third round was low, and took off the leg of one of the supers.
9 rounds left...
By now, the droids were within 200 yards. No time to pause. Jace pumped the trigger faster with each shot as the blaster fire around him intensified.
8 rounds left, 7 rounds, 6 rounds, 5 rounds...
The distance was down to less than 100 yards; there was no need for the lens now.
4 rounds, 3, 2, 1...
Click.
Shit.
The cluster of droids seemed to realize what had happened, and rushed forward. Jace reached down within the folds of his cloak and pulled out a small grey cylinder, hurling it at the oncoming droids. It stuck to the first droid, beeped twice and detonated, sending out a blue blast of energy.The droids stopped in their tracks and twitched as a few stray blue sparks jumped around their chassis before they crumpled to the ground. Jace chuckled for a moment, but it was a victory short-lived, for over the fried cluster of droids he could see another group rushing down the path just over the last hill. Muttering a curse, Jace struggled to his feet and, using his empty rifle as a crutch, started running as best he could. His crippled leg wouldn't take more than the slightest pressure, slowing him to a hobble. But through the thick foliage, he could see the small clearing where he'd landed his ship, and he put on an extra burst of speed. His ship sat right where he'd left it, its camouflaged net untouched.
Just as he entered the clearing, his vision flashed white from what he knew was a spot light. He stumbled to a stop as his free hand went into his cloak while he squinted at the beam of light.
"Don't move!" came a rough alien voice over a loudspeaker. "We have you surrounded. Drop your weapon!"
"Are you kidding me?" Jace muttered, shifting his weight onto his right foot as he let his rifle fall. He grimaced as it sunk into the thick brown mud, and then turned his eyes skyward, where a native gunship hovered with its guns trained on him. The clink and whir of oiled joints reached his ears, and he lowered his gaze to see that the 7 remaining super battle droids had finally caught up and surrounded him. Moving slowly, he finally felt the smooth metal cylinder clipped to his belt. At the same time, whoever was watching from the gunship must have finally spotted his hand stuck under his cloak.
"Remove your arm from your covering, slowly!"
Jace gripped his second and last EMP grenade tightly, twisted the timer to 10 seconds and hit the button before letting it slide down the inside of his cloak onto the ground. Raising both hands over his head, he braced himself for the blast, and the terrible shock that would follow.
He was not prepared, however, for the ion blast that brought the hovering gunship crashing down at the far end of the clearing. The droids around him looked up in surprise, and Jace wasted no time in exploiting the distraction. Drawing a blaster from under his cloak, he seized the blaster arm of one of the droids and swung around behind it before firing once into the droid's head. He then blasted the next four droids and tossed his droid shield into the last two before blasting them each twice. Glancing around the clearing, he spotted another ten droids moving out of the forest. He leveled his blaster just as they raised theirs, but suddenly he heard the low roar of another ship passing overhead, and as he looked up, something dropped out of the ship to land in the clearing.
Then there came a sound he wasn't yet accustomed to - an electric hiss, as near as he could tell, followed by a quiet hum; between him and the droids, the fallen object took the shape of a robed figure as a bronze beam of light burst from a cylinder he was carrying. The battle droids opened fire, and Jace dove to the ground, firing back at them. The robed figure simply stood his ground, nimbly deflecting the laser bolts either up into the sky or back at the droids. For a moment, Jace watched in disbelief, and then it dawned on him.
A Jedi! Here?!
Just then, a soft beeping brought him back to the present, and he looked over at the EMP grenade that lay a few feet away from him among the fallen droids. Jace cursed himself and lunged forward, but fell short. As he yanked back his arm to cover his face, though, he watched the grenade leap off the ground and into the outstretched hand of the Jedi, who quickly flung it at the last three droids just as it went off.
The silence that followed was a bit unnerving, but aside from the burning wreckage of the native gunship, the only other sound in the clearing was the faint hum of the Jedi's lightsaber. Jace fumbled around in the muck for his rifle and, setting it stock first in the ground, hauled himself to his feet. At the same time, the Jedi straightened up and turned to face him.
In the faint starlight, Jace realized that the Jedi was not male after all. She was a grey canine, a timber wolf, dressed in a loose tan tunic and brown leggings, with a long brown vest over top. As he squinted in the darkness to get a better look at her face, she twirled her lightsaber once, giving him a brief glimpse of her face, her dark brown hair and the reflection off of her pointed silver earrings.
"Are you going to holster that?" she queried, raising her lightsaber so that it crossed in front of her chest, but leaving her left hand free.
Jace pointed his blaster up at the sky, but did not holster it.
"I'd prefer not to," he replied, gesturing toward the fallen gunship, but keeping his eyes on the Jedi, "in case one of them comes stumbling out looking for a fight."
"I wouldn't worry about that," she replied calmly. "The ion blast'll keep their electronics offline for a while, and it'll be at least another few minutes before they recover from the shock."
Just then, the dull roar of an approaching ship made Jace turn his eyes skyward; a Republican gunship rumbled overhead, came to a hover and landed just behind the Jedi. Half a dozen clone troopers jumped out and rushed toward them. Jace tightened his grip on his pistol; he didn't know what the Republic's rules were concerning mercenaries, and he certainly didn't want to find himself on the wrong end of a blaster. The clones fanned out on either side of the Jedi and leveled their weapons at Jace, though his was pointed at the sky. He kept his eyes on the Jedi, though, as she seemed content to watch him with a small smirk on her face.
"Drop your weapon!" shouted a clone with the blue markings of a lieutenant.
"That's just not going to happen," Jace responded. "You first. I've done you no harm."
"Drop it!" another clone shouted.
"If I do, how do I know you won't shoot me where I stand?"
As if to answer him, the Jedi extended her left arm, and the clones lowered their guns again.
"Perhaps you'll holster it now?" she said with a hint of playfulness in her voice.
Jace eyed the clones for a moment, and then looked to the Jedi. As he opened his muzzle to speak, though, he felt his blaster ripped from his hand to go sailing into the Jedi's open palm. His stoic expression gave way to shock, and the Jedi's smirk grew into a wide grin.
"Now, was all this really necessary?" she chuckled, twirling his blaster in one hand as she flicked off her lightsaber with the other and clipped it to her belt.
"Pardon a simple dog for trying to defend himself," Jace grumbled.
"Defend yourself? Well, you've done a great job at that." The Jedi swung her arm in an arch around the clearing. "Tell me, how were you going to deal with that gunship after your grenade fried the droids surrounding you and gave you the shock of your life?"
Jace said nothing, which only caused the Jedi to laugh.
"Don't look so flustered, kid. Some of the best plans are made up on the fly."
She tossed him his blaster, and he promptly holstered it, but still said nothing. Shaking her head, the Jedi signaled the clones and turned to leave, when Jace called after her.
"Excuse me."
She looked over her shoulder at him as he hobbled a few steps toward her.
"Begging your pardon, Miss, but I didn't mean no offense. You definitely showed up at the right time, and I appreciate it. I've just had a pretty bad day."
The Jedi laughed again, turning to face him with her hands on her hips.
"Well, anyone with eyes can see that," she said. "I'm surprised you didn't take a shot at me."
Jace's slight smile faded, and he looked the Jedi straight in the eye.
"I don't hunt Jedi."
"Because you know they'd send your blaster blots right back at you?" she chuckled.
"Because they're a force for good," Jace replied. "Even with the Senate interfering."
The Jedi shook her head, but smiled.
"And besides, I don't usually use blasters," he added, patting his still-grimy rifle.
"A slugthrower, huh? It's been a while since I've seen any of those. C'mon, let's get some bacta for that leg of yours." She led him over to the gunship and pulled a few bacta patches out of a med kit in the cargo bay. "There, that ought to hold you until you can have a real doctor look at you."
Tucking the patches into his vest, Jace leaned against his rifle and stuck out his right hand.
"I owe you one, Miss...?"
"Jedi Master Wielder Cloudbreaker," she replied, shaking his hand as she took a seat at the edge of the gunship's cargo bay.
"Jace Taer, pilot, crack-shot and general scoundrel-for-hire. If you ever find yourself in a tight spot, you can count on me. And thank you, sincerely."
"A courteous mercenary? Now I have seen everything."
The two of them laughed as the clone pilot started the engines.
"It's been a pleasure meeting you, but what's the Republic doing in the Outer Rim? Won't you have to explain this?"
Jace gestured back to the fallen native gunship, and Wielder turned to the cockpit.
"Pilot?"
"An unfortunate weapons malfunction, sir," the clone responded.
Wielder turned back to Jace, who simply nodded understandingly and took a few steps back from the ship. Wielder spun her hand in a flat circle, and the engines roared to life. As the ship began to hover, though, Jace spotted a brown collar around her neck that he'd been too distracted to notice earlier. The ship lifted off, Wielder swung her legs in and the side doors closed. A few seconds later, it was nothing but another flickering light among the stars. As he watched them leave, Jace thought of Wielder's collar as he fingered the thin golden chain around his neck.
If you ask me, whoever it is that she thinks about in the quiet times is one lucky man.
---
The first in an impromptu bunch of little stories about my Star Wars character, Jace Taer, a mercenary. More will likely be added.
Just a little something that sprung from a comment I left on one of Wielder's Star Wars pieces, seen HERE.
If you enjoyed this, or just like the idea of mixing the Star Wars universe with furries, then go check out her gallery. Do it. Do it now.
Also, many thanks to Wielder for letting me borrow your character! I hope I've done her personality justice.
Jedi Master Wielder Cloudbreaker and thumbnail © Wielder Original HERE GO COMPLIMENT HER! :)
Mercenary Jace Taer and this story are © me.
Everything else is © George Lucas.
Category Story / General Furry Art
Species Wolf
Size 120 x 88px
File Size 17.8 kB
Listed in Folders
Awwww, I love Jace already, and this is just his first little misadventure. I love how you brought in his heritage concerning his talents and gifts as it adds a different sort of dimension to his character in general. The action, as Almighty Koofins has already said, is so well described, and you feel like you're right there with him, fighting overwhelming odds. And thank you so much for including Wielder. You really did a fine job with her, and I love how you brought her collar into the mix. At that point, Obi-Wan is probably all but a painful memory to her since she's distanced herself from the Temple...but that collar is the last physical thing she has of her relationship with him. You did a really good job of conveying that.
I'll have to, with your permission, do something with Jace in it in the future. I love his character already, and I'd like the chance to work with the mercenary/lovable scoundrel element of the SW universe a bit more.
I'll have to, with your permission, do something with Jace in it in the future. I love his character already, and I'd like the chance to work with the mercenary/lovable scoundrel element of the SW universe a bit more.
I did try to work in his heritage somewhat smoothly, though I realize I need to give him some defining fault. Well, that's part of the character development process anyway.
It's good to hear that you enjoyed the action sequences. I thought they might have been a bit cumbersome, but again, it takes practice.
I'm thrilled to hear you liked my portrayal of Wielder. I tried to balance her more prevalent... cocky, rebellious playfulness, I suppose, with a bit of her softer side. (I couldn't imagine her not taking pity on a guy with a blaster hole in his leg, though she might have made some parting quip about his temporary disability...)
If you would allow me, I'd very much like to do more snippets involving Wielder and, although I'm not sure how Obi-Wan would react to a merc (given his initial disdain toward clones), perhaps we could agree on some scenario where these three meet?
Of course, failing that, Obi-Wan wouldn't have to see Jace in order for Jace to see Obi-Wan. The optics on his scopes have pretty high magnification... Okay, now I'm sounding like a creeper.
I would be thrilled to see what else you might do with Jace. You're more than welcome to use his character. Just let me know if you need more information on him.
It's good to hear that you enjoyed the action sequences. I thought they might have been a bit cumbersome, but again, it takes practice.
I'm thrilled to hear you liked my portrayal of Wielder. I tried to balance her more prevalent... cocky, rebellious playfulness, I suppose, with a bit of her softer side. (I couldn't imagine her not taking pity on a guy with a blaster hole in his leg, though she might have made some parting quip about his temporary disability...)
If you would allow me, I'd very much like to do more snippets involving Wielder and, although I'm not sure how Obi-Wan would react to a merc (given his initial disdain toward clones), perhaps we could agree on some scenario where these three meet?
Of course, failing that, Obi-Wan wouldn't have to see Jace in order for Jace to see Obi-Wan. The optics on his scopes have pretty high magnification... Okay, now I'm sounding like a creeper.
I would be thrilled to see what else you might do with Jace. You're more than welcome to use his character. Just let me know if you need more information on him.
Wow, I didn't think anyone outside the little group of Star Wars shenanigans would notice this, much less read it.
Thanks for taking the time to comment.
Yes, I am a Star Wars fan. It's a fun universe to mess around in, because there's so much the movies don't have time to show, so there's plenty of room for creative liberties.
$100 for a lightsaber? You must be a fan. Haha.
Thanks for taking the time to comment.
Yes, I am a Star Wars fan. It's a fun universe to mess around in, because there's so much the movies don't have time to show, so there's plenty of room for creative liberties.
$100 for a lightsaber? You must be a fan. Haha.
Indeed. Although I'm not really into the TV series because I don't like how it goes against some of the movie plots. The only movie I didn't really like was Attack of The Clones because the whole thing between Anakin and Padme makes no sense to me... I mean I just don't get how they managed to fall in love within a few days and especially after he tells her he murdered a bunch of Sand people. Other than that, I thought the rest were all great.
Gah, I never commented on this?! I see that I FAVED it!
The more I "see" of Jace, the more I know this lovable scoundrel needs to be drawn. I can see everything you describe happening, and every single thing I'm seeing would make such an awesome picture. You're an excellent writer, and everything you pen just makes me want you to write more. I love his character to death, dammit!
And it was really nice to read your take on Koof's little prompt. Glad to see that money can't buy morals, and that Jace is a spacer with a heart. Of course, those of us who are lucky enough to have been given a glimpse into the depths of him know that.
Thank you so much for sharing your beautiful story with us!
The more I "see" of Jace, the more I know this lovable scoundrel needs to be drawn. I can see everything you describe happening, and every single thing I'm seeing would make such an awesome picture. You're an excellent writer, and everything you pen just makes me want you to write more. I love his character to death, dammit!
And it was really nice to read your take on Koof's little prompt. Glad to see that money can't buy morals, and that Jace is a spacer with a heart. Of course, those of us who are lucky enough to have been given a glimpse into the depths of him know that.
Thank you so much for sharing your beautiful story with us!
Aw, thank you, Wielder.
I'm both flattered and honored by your compliment. Such high praise from a fellow writer of your skill means a lot to me.
There will be more about Jace soon. I'm actually making his story the focus of my NaNoWriMo writing, so there should be an abundance of material to choose from.
And thanks for reading that little snippet, too. You and Koof continue to inspire me with your awesomeness. It's really fun to add my two cents.
There are a lot of things that describe Jace's set of beliefs, including my own, but what will be very interesting to write is how he reacts when his morals are put under pressure. That's when you find out what you're really made of.
Thank you again for your kind words and encouragement. It's because of nice people like you that I keep writing (although you probably wouldn't guess that, given my inactivity as of late).
I'm both flattered and honored by your compliment. Such high praise from a fellow writer of your skill means a lot to me.
There will be more about Jace soon. I'm actually making his story the focus of my NaNoWriMo writing, so there should be an abundance of material to choose from.
And thanks for reading that little snippet, too. You and Koof continue to inspire me with your awesomeness. It's really fun to add my two cents.
There are a lot of things that describe Jace's set of beliefs, including my own, but what will be very interesting to write is how he reacts when his morals are put under pressure. That's when you find out what you're really made of.
Thank you again for your kind words and encouragement. It's because of nice people like you that I keep writing (although you probably wouldn't guess that, given my inactivity as of late).
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